'sorrow: Like a Lover'

oh sorrow, you moan my name day and night and seek out my anguish, my grief, and misery making me melancholy and mournful . . . and it is because of you I pick up a pen to write woebegone words . . . that drip, drip, drip- then, you leave me until I am called back when you embrace me, so I may suffer again, again- and like a lover lost, I hold you, hold you pressed to my heart . . . ________________________ April 15, 2018 Poetry/Verse/'Sorrow: Like a Lover' Copyright Protected, ID 18-1121-689-01 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym. Submitted into Standard Contest 190 sponsor, Brian Strand First Place